Everything about this world, it seemed, was designed to infuriate him. Barricade had lost his weapons systems, including his alt mode, and all of his natural defenses that went with it. The only other Cybertronian here was an Autobot, the technology was so archaic it was practically useless to him, and the enemy was nearly impervious to conventional attacks. It was bad enough he was a Weapon, worse that he'd had to let Bumblebee hurl him down the stairs to transform, and now there was this.

The entrance down to the sunken tunnel system had been easy enough, but the rest was painfully built by and made for humans. The main path most of the others were taking was simply too narrow for him, even if he was technically on the smaller side. He didn't know or care if the actual size of him had startled the old man, but he assumed Qilby would be seeing it as a detriment now.

Barricade snarled, moving off to find another way down that would admit him. Something so mundane shouldn't make him angry so quickly, but he fought to keep the Madness Wavelength in mind. It had been far more subtle outside, but underground he started feeling more tense, and paranoia wouldn't be far behind. Water splashed around his ankles as he walked, finally stopping when he thought he spotted a wider - albeit underwater - access point. Firing up his headlights, he got a good look at what appeared to be a collapsed archway, opening up to a broader chamber. He turned back to Qilby.

"This ought to do it."